Can't find no sleeves for my recordsCan't get no laces for my shoesCan't get no fancy notesOn my blue guitar

Can't get no antidote for bluesCan't find the reasons for your actionsOr I don't much like the reasoning you useSomehow your motives are impureOr somehow I can't find the cureCan't find no antidote for blues

They say it's mostly vanityThat writes the plays we actThey tell me that's what everybody knowsThere's no such thing as sanityAnd that's the sanest fact

That's the way the story goesCan't get no remedy on my TVThere's nothing but the same old newsThey can't find a way to beOne world in harmonyCan't get no antidote for blues